08.Jun.18, 05:06 AM
Madiquel didn’t press the subject when Ayontay seemed to hear her, but not answer. She wasn’t the type of friend to push for answers, especially when she could see the frown pulling Ayontay’s eyebrows together; his wordless shrug was met with a small pout, but she accepted the answer and turned to tease Clover back into the water so she could be rinsed off. When Ayontay chose to speak, Madiquel was in her own little world and startled slightly, looking up in surprise. She had been sure he wasn’t going to answer at all!
Pausing in her task and letting Clover play with Shadow in the water, Madiquel pulled her legs around so she was sitting with them crossed, her hands in her lap as she watched her friend. She was not unaware of his hesitant reluctance, so she listened silently and with her head just slightly tilted. A small smile was given at the mention of T’ryn and his bronze. She hadn’t had much to do with Ayontay’s elder sibling or his dragon since Impression, but she’d seen them from afar and heard good things about them from the weyrbrats she did still interact with. He wasn’t much older than her, but in the past four or five turns, that age difference had seemed to become unsurpassable, especially with the addition of the dragons.
Madiquel flinched at the declaration; she wasn’t usually startled by raised voices – her Papa could get pretty vocal when he was having a bad turn – but Ayontay was so soft spoken and sweet as a rule that the forceful exclamation was surprising. Madiquel pursed her lips and considered her friend thoughtfully. “You are more than ‘just’ you.” She said firmly, unconsciously falling into the role she filled when her father was having a moment and needed to be reminded how amazing he was and how much she still needed him. Leaning forward, she reached out and grabbed both of Ayontay’s hands, ignoring the way the firelizards both grumbled at the obvious delay in being oiled.
“You are a wonderful friend – the best – and you are sweet and generous and you are not a mini-Rh’ind,” Madiquel said, stumbling over the bluerider’s name. It was one she’d never gotten the hang of, so she rarely spoke it if she could get away with it. “Any dragon would be so lucky to be with you,” she said firmly, “and if it is a blue, I am sure he will be very different from Ayyonth!” At least she could say the dragon’s name without issue! “Look at the twins!” She said, falling back on the best ‘you never know-!’ that the Weyrbrats had to date. “You could be a walking-talking duplicate and you might end up on… on a brown!” she said, releasing one of Ayontay’s hands to throw up empathically.
Sitting back slightly, she gave the hand she was still holding a squeeze of reassurance and smiled slightly. “I think you’d get brown.” She said thoughtfully. “Enough responsibility to keep you occupied, but not so much to keep you in the lime light,” she poked her tongue out teasingly, knowing how much Ayontay didn’t like being the centre of attention.
Pausing in her task and letting Clover play with Shadow in the water, Madiquel pulled her legs around so she was sitting with them crossed, her hands in her lap as she watched her friend. She was not unaware of his hesitant reluctance, so she listened silently and with her head just slightly tilted. A small smile was given at the mention of T’ryn and his bronze. She hadn’t had much to do with Ayontay’s elder sibling or his dragon since Impression, but she’d seen them from afar and heard good things about them from the weyrbrats she did still interact with. He wasn’t much older than her, but in the past four or five turns, that age difference had seemed to become unsurpassable, especially with the addition of the dragons.
Madiquel flinched at the declaration; she wasn’t usually startled by raised voices – her Papa could get pretty vocal when he was having a bad turn – but Ayontay was so soft spoken and sweet as a rule that the forceful exclamation was surprising. Madiquel pursed her lips and considered her friend thoughtfully. “You are more than ‘just’ you.” She said firmly, unconsciously falling into the role she filled when her father was having a moment and needed to be reminded how amazing he was and how much she still needed him. Leaning forward, she reached out and grabbed both of Ayontay’s hands, ignoring the way the firelizards both grumbled at the obvious delay in being oiled.
“You are a wonderful friend – the best – and you are sweet and generous and you are not a mini-Rh’ind,” Madiquel said, stumbling over the bluerider’s name. It was one she’d never gotten the hang of, so she rarely spoke it if she could get away with it. “Any dragon would be so lucky to be with you,” she said firmly, “and if it is a blue, I am sure he will be very different from Ayyonth!” At least she could say the dragon’s name without issue! “Look at the twins!” She said, falling back on the best ‘you never know-!’ that the Weyrbrats had to date. “You could be a walking-talking duplicate and you might end up on… on a brown!” she said, releasing one of Ayontay’s hands to throw up empathically.
Sitting back slightly, she gave the hand she was still holding a squeeze of reassurance and smiled slightly. “I think you’d get brown.” She said thoughtfully. “Enough responsibility to keep you occupied, but not so much to keep you in the lime light,” she poked her tongue out teasingly, knowing how much Ayontay didn’t like being the centre of attention.